Poor little button. I'm sure he was sick because he was just kind of sleeping (dying?) and nodding off. I put a big, thick towel over him and put him outside. He poked around in the leaves then curled back up in the towel.
This is a little too wabi-sabi for me, but what's a girl to do? Old house, cold weather, mouse.
The funniest part is how we found him. Finn had a couple of friends over and they were having a Scooby Doo marathon. One of the kids had to poop, but was feeling a little Scooby scared, so he asked me if I would go with him. He was sitting and I was cleaning the sink when he says, "Uh, Michele, there's a mouse in the bath tub."
He was right!
Seeing as how we have 2 cats and 2 dogs in this house, he's a damn lucky mousey. He's a bit unlucky in that I had just put some Barkeepers Friend in the tub that morning for some industrial cleaning that I was going to do later in the day. I do this about twice a year. Usually I just use baking soda and vinegar, but every now and then I have to go chemical. I hope, hope, hope he didn't ingest any. Sniff.
What's in your tub today?